A Poet's Bedside Note
This is not a suicide note
yet not melancholic fate
I do not die
even so I look and lie

Not A Suicide Note
NOT A SUICIDE NOTE
This is not a suicide note
Yet not a melancholic fate
I do not die

What a woman is not...
She is a woman
Cool calm and collected;
If placidly, she tugs and lags
Like a sheep behind every successful shepherd

Proudly Naked
In the dark
Beyond the reach of light
When the day is clothed in black cover
And color, height and size exit the stage

Blessed be the Igbo of Nigeria
It's dawn
but the birds are still hanging on the trees
the moon's just leaving the scene
and the sun getting set to rise

Day-birth
the dawn burst thrust through
the belly of the night
wary by the abiding presence
of hosts of milkyway and the mighty moon

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I arrived earlier in time
To witness the great work of creation
When from the dust emerged the first man
I saw the destruction of the Noah’s world

Africa of Nigeria
From Wisconsin the American walked the streets of Lagos
To black Africa welcome, to the pearly continent
Cradle of creation, primordial of civilizations
To the thickest jungles, haven of gigantic elephants

Will Change change?

1.What will happen to change? Will change change as all things? Or will it develop immunityAnd embrace hypocrisy? Will change resist changeAnd go against its doctrinaire? Why, will change change notShould nothing be permanent, even change? Since change is also a thing.

2.Our world changes daily by secondsOur lives in the roller-coaster of timeThe noon gives way to the moonThe dawn turns duskAt intersections of these: One enters, another exitsOne moans, another mournsOne rejoices, one regretsIn the spate and space of...